wenchangge
To me, you are a
Quiet mystery, although every day
There are countless pairs of blurred eyes
A blind stare
But I can't see your inner secret.
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I can't wipe my face for a while.
Doubt, lest you be careless.
From your naked wound
Reveal a little secret
Time can ride the wings of a sparrow.
Drag the dry feces off your ribs.
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Stubborn, once polished your chapped skin.
Morning reading awakens the nonsense in your dreams.
I want to brush you away with infinite thoughts.
Thick deposit, but I
Afraid of erasing that wonderful memory.
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I don't know
You stand still.
Are you waiting for Niche?
Pious heart
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What exactly are you expecting?
I dare not ask, on your ridge.
Those leaves and moss-covered footprints under your feet.
I can only sigh with disappointment.
Face the dry Wenhe River beside you alone.
He Xiaowen
The winding embankment left naughty footprints.
A crisp, tacitly cicada.
Awakening the humble weeping willows is enough to increase.
The temperature in summer and the coolness of the river.
Let a hot naked man
Reduce the temperature
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That stubborn gyro
Although I use a mighty whip
Beat black and blue
It's still spinning, holding you.
Cold and hard skin
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At this time, I forgot my troubles.
But there was a fisherman.
Hidden in the water grass on the shore
Waiting for the greedy person to take the bait.
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A leaf boat, cruising in the sunset.
Catch the cool young and old from the water.
Salvage the happiness taken away by fish
Deducing the survival rules from generation to generation.
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I don't want to know the quantity of goods received in the wheat field.
But I must face every happy smiling face.
In a modest way, from the waves
Open a gap in the humble ferry.
Find yourself.